To England will I steal, and there I'll steal.

I fill up a place, which may be better... when I have made it empty.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat; Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

What fates impose, that men must needs abide; it boots not to resist both wind and tide.

To sleep perchance to dream

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.

The Eyes are the window to your soul